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I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

They look very identical to each other. The only difference between them is the colour of their hair. Bernard has a blonde hair whiles Benedict-a has beautiful gold locks just as her mother. I also discover that Bernard is a C.E.O of his own newly established fashion bussiness and Benedict-a is his interior designer. Benedict-a and I have already developed a liking to each other. Thea too has also developed a liking to her. We talk about a lot of stuffs after dinner. Bennard and Brian are already discussing bussiness at the dinning hall whiles the two old acquaintances are also having their own light chatter in the living room.

Their weary gazes fell upon a pile of bleached white bones near the entrance, stripped clean of any flesh. It appeared as though someone or something had meticulously cleaned them, leaving behind a haunting testament to the grim reality of the situation. The realization dawned on the beastmen as they counted the bones meticulously, finding more than a hundred sets of skeletons piled up before them. Their faces contorted with anger and ferocity at the sight. The implications were clear: these clean bones could only mean that someone had devoured these beastmen, leaving nothing but their skeletal remains behind. The beastmen's fury ignited, fueled by the perceived barbarism of the humans.

Chapter 8 It was a cheap compact powder that you can easily buy at drugstores. Jenny saw Kevin and Jacob, shockingly looked at each other. They seem to have communicated through their eyes and have agreed before Kevin stuttered and answered her. “Oh? What’s that? Let me see. Maybe the girl I met at the bar the other day left it here.” Jenny sensed that there is something. “Oh? Is it? Here. I hope you didn’t do it on the couch. Everybody sits here. Hehe!” Jenny awkwardly replied as she forced a smile.

"Really? Then it seems that only the King of Beasts hasn't appeared yet, has it?" Just as the Blood Bat King was about to continue speaking, a look of surprise appeared on his pale, colorless face as he suddenly glanced at the Bones King. "Hey, you seem to be injured? And your injuries are not light?" At this moment, the white skeleton, whose whole body was covered in the red light of flesh, was greatly damaged. There were even cracks in the bones on its body. Obviously, it had suffered a serious attack.

Finn flipped over a couple of times in the air and crashed solidly to the ground. She let the water around her push her to his side, hands already glowing with her healing magic. Sophia could immediately see that the skin on his back had been ripped to shreds. It was nonexistent in some parts, and she could see the bones in his spine. One of Evelyn’s many beasts had taken a good chunk out of his left calf. “Hold on, Finn. You’re not going to die. I’ll let you take me on a date when we get back. Elijah won’t mind," Sophia rambled as she tried to encourage her friend to live on.

Red liquid drops off them and they settle on the bottom of the socket. I step back and grab the mattock. I pry some stone away from the clavicle, a cracked scapula and the tops of the humerus. They were abnormally small in comparison to the skull, as though the head had grown, but the body had remained the size of a toddler’s. The bones had scratches all over them, indicating the marks of trauma. I retch and swallow the taste of vomit. “Rita?” Boris calls from the other side of the safety tape.

"Max, talk to me," "The pounding," is all he says, and I understand. The pounding gets more robust, and I scream out as Max howls. It bust like a damn as memories start to play like a movie. They flood my vision. As the memories unroll for me, I feel my body shifting back and darkness taking me.

“Anyway, you are lucky to have two of them and one of them is on your side, albeit in a strange way! You are not alone with the beast, there is a buffer, and if this buffer promises not to give you to Harry to be torn to pieces, this is another chance in your piggy bank! The smart guy joined in. - You need a weapon. Anything against Harry. Think! Seek!" Kit began to feel her pockets, her clothes—nothing... She lifted the bed, the mattress, rummaged under it, under the carpet—nothing... She only has earrings, piercings... It can't serve as a weapon. She was completely desperate when a sudden guess pierced her brain - “bones”! The "bones" of her bra are thin curved metal strips! Metal, not pla

"Boss?" She stuttered. "No pretty, the twin." He smirked. Kimberly furrowed her eyebrows, staring intently at him. It felt as though she was staring at London. The had the same face, height, body physique, voice and that one thing that could never be taken away. The cold aura and the darkness in their eyes. Kimberly has never encountered such identical twins all her life. The only way she could differentiate them was by their clothes, London is always clad in white outfits no matter the occasion but the man standing in front of her was clad in an all black outfit.